User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20160213205236/@comment-3135907-20160215210449

The otters and what few Redwallers had joined the group nodded. "Agreed."

"Let's go, then, crew."

Stephan's trail was not hard to find; the mouse had made little effort to conceal it in his hasty escape through the gloomy woodland. Skipper's face darkened at the sight of a tattered bit of green habit on a bramble bush, and not far ahead the discarded garment, spattered with the blood of the slain brother, lay slung over a low-hanging branch.

"'E's not far ahead now, I warrant."